Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The conservative elders of the Ashford family were no joke.

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Even though Chris seemed to be in charge of the Ashford Group now, those elders still had more than enough power to call the shots.

That was probably why Chris had rushed back home and changed his mind so quickly–deciding the wedding was back on

after all.

Chris tried to smooth things over. “Our marriage doesn’t concern Olivia.”

A cold smile tugged at Stephanie’s lips. “Doesn’t it?”

She didn’t believe for a second that Chris would keep this from her.

Just as she finished speaking, Chris’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw Olivia’s name on the screen.

Stephanie glanced at it, and sure enough, Olivia’s name was flashing back at her.

Chris shot her a stern look and said, “The wedding is going ahead as planned. No changes.”

Stephanie waved him off dismissively. “Go ahead and take the call.”

There was a hint of sympathy in her voice–a little sympathy for Chris, of all people.

He was the heir to Long Harbor’s top family, but when it came to his own marriage, it was clear he couldn’t even make his own decisions.

and Olivia immediately again. Chris then stood up. “You’re

walked out to the balcony,

few hours ago, when he’d left this same spot, he’d been full of arrogant

was deliberately avoiding Stephanie, showing her at least a bit of respect.

of the

the phone for a while, and when he finally hung

quick glance at Stephanie, looking like he was about to

missing a beat, Stephanie said, “I guess… she’s feeling bad

words dripped with sarcasm, like she already

darkened even further, clearly annoyed

was too drained and

he muttered, “There’s a banquet tomorrow. You’re coming with me. I’ll have someone bring a dress for you

a way to undo her earlier statement

eyebrow, her gaze

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Chapter 13

shoulders. “What I said this morning was thoughtless. Our

softened, almost like he was trying to coax

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planned to give her

if he was just a bit gentler with her,

am? Your puppet? You think you can just arrange things however you

certain he’d been earlier that morning, insisting the wedding be delayed because of

family’s pressure, he

what about mine? If I backtrack now,